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Old Master Shang's funeral was naturally held with great ceremony and grandeur. Inside the memorial hall, decorated with quiet elegance and care, mourners had been arriving in an unbroken stream since morning. The Shang family had also set up tea lounges on either side of the hall where guests could rest and gather. Many guests, having paid their respects, saw no rush to leave, and lingered to chat over tea. "Hey, do you all think those rumors about the Shang family are true?" "Nine times out of ten, probably. Word is that old steward kidnapped the Old Master, but didn't come to a good end himself either. When the police arrived, his intestines had been knocked clean out of him. He's still at the funeral home now, and his son hasn't even come to collect the body." "What a sin. And the one pulling the strings behind it all was the first branch?" "Shh! You can't just go saying things like that!" Someone lowered their voice, ...